Okay, this post might be filed under TMI (too much information in text-ese), but I began to come down with a cold yesterday. It was just a bit of sniffles and it might have been allergies, so I didn't turn to my drug of choice (NyQuil I love you) before I went to bed.
I woke up at about 2 am with my nose running uncontrollably from one nostril. It was too late to take my lover NyQuil so I stuffed my nose with tissues and went back to sleep (um, that was the TMI part, sorry).
I proceeded to dream all night about being in a number of social situations with a cigar stuck up my nose. Twisted.
That got me to thinkin' about some of my strange reoccurring dreams. You know, the ones you have every so often. They show up every now and then like an old friend (one you didn't miss while they were away and almost forgot about).
Here's a recap of my most popular night time entertainment (Imagine you hear a harp playing the dream sequence sound):
I can fly - Yeah, I know, so can you. But I'm always flying over a body of water like a lake. Kind of like Soarin' over California at Disney. In fact, I may have invented that ride. Just sayin'. I can fly until I realize that I'm flying then I fall into the water just enough to snap me out of too much thinking and then I'm flying again.
I go to some public place naked - Okay, so the twist is, I never realize I'm naked until I go to the public bathroom. One look in the mirror and I'm paralyzed with the fear of having to go back OUT. So, my crafty psyche takes over and I begin to fashion clothing from paper towels. It's a very frustrating dream because the towels keep tearing and I have to keep starting over. It sucks and I wake up stressed.
I'm yard sale shopping - I find a yard sale deep in the middle of the woods (hey, I don't ask) and I see a giant powder puff I can't live without (seriously). I purchase it and it turns out it belongs to a witch who is hell bent on getting it back. There is a lot of chasing (and I'm running frustratingly slow) and hiding. Why can't I fly???
There is a spider on the ceiling - This one always happens within 15 minutes of falling asleep and is more like a hallucination! My eyes are open and I'm paralyzed with fear as I watch this spider lower itself toward my face. It's a big sucker, too! It's like dreaming with my eyes open. I wake up the Big Guy in a panic and he ignores me. But if he moves or speaks it instantly disappears.
We call those kind of dreams "the crazies". I can see a man in our room, I see something flying through the air at my head, I once saw a bunny hopping across the ceiling, but the spider seems to be my favorite. I have these dreams whenever I'm particularly stressed (I had them almost every night when I was trying to conceive).
So, please, make me feel a little less freakish and share a reoccurring dream/nightmare with me. Give me some dreamy love!